Cyra Juma

Eleven lines above the Parts Desk, but nowhere to sit while Dorian reads them twice (and I've got frozen peas in the car). By the second reading my part had become "said part," which is apparently its name now, and nobody would tell me whether I could still call it Kevin.

They planted identical faults in identical cars and still only charged half the technicians? Somebody in billing is going to get a talking-to. And now I have to explain at the counter that I want the old uncertainty, please (I've already paid for parking, and the meter is quite certain).